Lyrics:
train to blow
Just LA said
It was me and bro we was at the store
Me and bro got 50 cent cakes
By the way that I'm bussing they think I'm the lakes
Left
look up in the mirror, that's a dick rider
Get the fuck up out my face, you can't get lit by us
Knowing me I'm chilling, way too cool with a bitch by me
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
lose by 50
Fuck up my name, never get by with it, Roll up a J I'ma get high with it
You in my way, I can get by quicker, You in my face just say hi nigga
Aye
Aye
Bow bow
What it do Nate
You ready? (Yeah)
Alright hold up hold up hold up think we got one there
(Aye) Twenties and fifties and hundreds
We
to share
Rather eat by myself
So they looking at me all salty
I learned to cut hair
So I could buy soups
And fill up my belly
And fill up my belly
My
I love the DVD
But there ain’t nothing wrong with a scratched up old LP
Modern pleasures, hedonistic if you will
Sometimes progress is just
man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a juks, bitch
Motherfucker teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
free
If you ain't about your goals then don't bother me
100's, 50's, 20's,10's
Flip that shit, invest that shit, then do that shit again
So you Stack it,
Woman: Come on honey, wake up
Woman: You said you's gonna get a job today
Man: yawn
Woman: Come on, we got bills to pay
Woman: I'm tired of this, no
up helicopter
Freestyle only not an author
Wallet turning green like It's copper
Ninety nine cents for a two liter
Ice on my wrist so cold need
And it came with a 50
Most of y'all don't wanna see me winning
That nigga one cent just like a penny he flipping
It's Cup
Look
Yeah
We pop up
To your
when you there that's after the trust grow
Trina hit me up bout a feature I thought I had the shit
But 5k wasn't enough to get the baddest bitch
I
beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney
Cagney is a favorite he is my boy
He don't jive around he's a real McCoy
Chuck D yeah, you tellin' Flav
Load just came in
Them bitches wrapped in Christmas paper
Start stacking it by the ten
That's how you know you gettin ya cake up
We ain't at no weigh in
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
sitting in this fucking drought
You see they stingy with the figures but we figured out
We gon' run this bag up, push it 'til its selling out
Spend it
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